He stared at his daughter till her gaze gave way; and then he turned to his wife, to see whether she had heard of it.

"I told you so," was all she said; and that tended little to comfort him.

But he broke forth into no passion, as he might have done with justice and some benefit, but turned back quietly and looked at his Mary, as if he were saying, once for all, "good-by." "Oh, don't, father, don't," the girl answered with a sob; "revile me, or beat me, or do anything but that.

That is more than I can bear." "Have I ever reviled you?
Have I ever beaten you ?" "Never--never once in all my life.

But I beg you--I implore of you to do it now.